I feel a sense of gravity
In the pit of my stomach.
And sometimes when you’re far away,
And you’re not close enough to pull,
It turns in on itself.
And the centre of me collapses
Like a black hole.
.
We’re too hungry to fight it
So we hurtle towards each other till we inevitably stop.
And then
We stand at the edges of the space between us.
We look at each other in a nameless light.
We spin circles around each other.
Sometimes we talk but it is for ourselves and not for each other.
.
Have you ever looked right at the space between us?
It is pretty and is full of stars and things.
At first I do not see it but I know it is mostly blank and empty.
I think that every time we’re crashing towards each other
There is a single second where we believe
That we won’t stop.
That we will keep going.
That we will beat the space.
Kill it.
.
I do not cross the space.
Because I do not want to hurt the stars
And because the space must be there for a reason
(because I’ve never learnt otherwise).
I do not want to cross the space because without it
We would not know when to stop.
If something made of nothing can mean everything
There is hope for me yet.
.
27.4.2020